Dawn descended quietly, and the girl looked at the endless sea of Deadpool around her, clenched her fists, and her eyes were full of helplessness. The 14-inch three-seat main gun behind him glowed slightly red in the darkness, and the acrid smoke of gunpowder came out of the dark muzzle. This is her last shot, although it is powerful, but in the face of tens of thousands of Deadpools, it is still a drop in the bucket, and it can't change the outcome of defeat.

She sat limply on the ground, looking at the darkness of the jungle in the distance, the direction in which the Admiral had left. She knew that according to the situation at this moment, most of the admirals would also encounter accidents, otherwise they would definitely appear in front of her, even if they were under siege, they would definitely come. This is not a blind belief, but a fact. She knew what kind of person the Admiral was, and when he said he would come back, he would do his best to come back, and if not, it would be death, and only such a thing could stop him from moving forward, and nothing else.

However, before she saw the Admiral's body, Wales still believed that the young man with a confident smile was still alive, even if the chances were close to zero. She looked up slightly, looking at the long-haired girl strolling through the group of Deadpools, her expression indifferent, like ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

Everywhere the girl went, Deadpool backed down, like a new king on his way to the throne, flanked by her courtiers, offering her submission. But Wales was not, she looked at the beautiful maiden with her head held high, her eyes burning with anger, and the main cannon behind her turned to aim at the approaching maiden, even though she had no ammunition left.

She is the deep sea, Wales instantly defined the girl, and the thick deep sea breath on her body made Wales feel a chill. The ship's mother and the deep sea have been rivals from the moment they were born, and meeting each other is a never-ending battle, and there is no possibility of coexistence. This is the arrangement of fate, and it is also the norm of the world.

However, Wales could not do anything at the moment, and without any ammunition, she could only say that her guns were aimed at her old enemy, and vent the anger in her heart.

"It's yours." The long-haired girl looked at the vanquished in front of her with a cold expression, and she pulled the bloodstained command knife from the long sleeve of her yukata and stuck it in front of Wales, fulfilling the promise she had promised. She turned a blind eye to the anger in the ship's mother's eyes, because she knew that her goal had been achieved, and the rest was not important, and there was no need to care.

"What did you do to him?" Wales looked up and questioned the figure in front of him. She pulled out the weapon in front of her and stroked the bloodstained blade with her hand, the blood dried up, leaving a deep and shallow mark, stabbing her heart fiercely.

"Dead." The girl's answer was clean and unemotional, she was stunned, and then said, "He finally asked me to tell you that he loves you very much and has always loved you." At the end, the long-haired girl paused slightly, and word by word, especially the word with strong emotion, seemed to have a magical power that made it difficult for her to speak.

Wales bowed her head and did not speak, she had already guessed the end, from the moment the Admiral left. But she still holds on to the last glimmer of hope, like a gambler who is doomed to lose money, knowing that there is no chance of winning, even if there is only the last chip left, will stubbornly persevere until he loses everything. Now she has lost, even the only thing she has in her hands has been lost, and there is nothing left.

The sharp and straight command knife was mottled with blood and a rust-like smell, like an indelible mark permanently imprinted on the knife. Wales looked at the red spots on it, and could imagine how the Admiral's blood was stained with the weapon he had given him with his own hands, and how he felt at the end of his dying words, saying that he loved himself very much. Although she had not heard the Admiral's confession with her own ears, and although the narrator's tone was as cold as ice, she felt the fiery and strong emotion, the love that came from the bottom of her heart.

Perhaps this is the fate of inescapable her, who was historically sunk by a swarm of carrier-based planes above the sea, and now she has permanently lost the life of her Admiral under the siege of countless Deadpools. It's like a written script, destined to be sacrificed, and the ending is confirmed with blood.

"Why are you doing this, why are you destroying my hard-won peaceful life." Wales muttered. Her voice was slightly weeping, like a wife who had lost her husband, and her tone was full of helplessness.

She just wants to live peacefully with the Admiral, get up every morning with the Admiral's breakfast, be able to sleep with him at night, occasionally watch the sunset with him, and do what an ordinary couple should do, this is the life she expects, if it can continue, she will wake up with a smile in her dreams.

However, sometimes small wishes are difficult to fulfill, and sometimes the cruelty of the world can torture people into demons. Everyone's fate is like a dandelion fluttering in the wind, and no one can decide where to go in the end.

The long-haired girl didn't answer the question, she read the emotion called sadness in the other person's eyes, like a dark cloud that was too thick to disperse, weighing heavily on her own heart. She didn't know if what she was doing was right or wrong, she had never doubted her decision before, and the feeling she had never felt before was like an erupting volcano, gushing out and burning that numb heart.

She turned to leave, followed by an army of countless Deadpools. They followed in the king's footsteps and returned triumphantly, leaving the vanquished in the devastation of the battlefield, weeping silently and suffering the consequences of defeat in the ruins.

The moment before leaving, the long-haired girl stopped her steps and turned to look at the figure standing in the dawn, she only felt as if it was raining there, and the raindrops were her incomprehensible emotions, knocking the window of her heart, waking her sleeping heart.

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slum

The middle-aged man stood solemnly in this place with the label of poverty written on it, he was dressed in a neat suit, a white shirt and a black jacket, and the corners and necklines of his clothes were ironed without a trace of wrinkles, like a guest attending a funeral. With a bouquet of white daisies in his hand, he came to pay his respects to the deceased.

"The one who survives again. I have died, and now I am alive again, forever and ever. and take the keys of death and Hades. The middle-aged man whispered a sentence from the Book of Revelation, his tone as sad as a play on stage. He bent down slightly, placing the bouquet in his hand in front of the dilapidated hut, like a devout believer in the Lord.

He pushed open the closed door, and the room was dark, except for the faint morning light shining through the window in the corner, bringing a breath of life to this uninhabited place. The middle-aged man did not show an expression of discomfort, he took a match from the pocket of his chest, and lit the kerosene lamps placed around with a faint flame, and lit the dim room.

He stood in the doorway, and the light projected his figure on the ground, like a cross in a cemetery, silently guarding the resting place of his master.

The middle-aged man looked at the beating light in the kerosene lamp in a daze, sighed slightly, and his eyes were full of regret, as if he was sighing for the deceased. After a long time, he closed the door and turned away, leaving the light in the room to light up the darkness.

"What is done will be done again, and what has been done will be done again." The glimmer of the morning light illuminates the city, and the figure of the middle-aged man is also dragged for a long time, as if leading to the sky.

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Corporate Academy

Mecarron stayed awake all night, her old wrinkled hands clutching thin telegrams, her eyes bloodshot.

The young man standing in front of him yawned several times, looking drowsy.

"Headmaster, isn't the news confirmed? What are you worried about? The young man was a little puzzled and waited all night until the news finally came. It stands to reason that everything has settled and you can go to sleep in peace. But looking at the old man's expression, it seemed that it was not over yet.

"The deep sea has never missed, and I believe that."

"That's it, the savior is dead, and he is too dead to die, the end of the world is finally approaching, and our new founding minister who helped the new king to ascend the throne is waiting to be added to the throne and be richly rewarded. I don't know what else you have to worry about, anyway, everything is a foregone conclusion, the wood is all nailed with iron nails, and I don't believe anyone can pull the nails out. The young man swore with a look of "you think too much".

The old man tapped the mahogany table with his bone knuckles and shook his head, "No, it's not over yet, at least it seems to me that everything is still changing. ”

"Where's the conversion?"

"Xu Kai, at least he's not dead." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Him?" The young man smiled contemptuously, "Isn't he just a puppet with no autonomy, we hold it firmly in the palm of our hands, what can he do to change the established facts?" ”

"In my impression, he also has a very special ship girl." The old man raised his head, his eyes sharp, "Although he didn't sign any contract with that ship's wife." ”

"Didn't sign a contract? Why is that? "The young man was a little curious. It stands to reason that the more the ship's mother, the better, he hasn't seen a single admiral who is unwilling to sign a contract with the ship's mother, of course, it is not excluded that some poor admirals can't afford to support the ship's mother, such as the one who just died.

"Because he said he didn't deserve the contract." The old man explained.

"Did the ship's mother refuse the request to sign a contract?" The young man was a little stunned, "No, if an excellent admiral like him is rejected, there will be no admiral who meets the requirements." ”

The ship girl will choose the admiral after it is built, of course, it is not excluded that there are some particularly excellent ship girls who have an extremely strong sense of autonomy and emotion. If the Admiral who built her did not meet her requirements, she would refuse her request to sign a contract, and henceforth become an independent shipwreck without a Admiral, looking for her own Admiral for the rest of her life.

"No, it's not that the ship's mother refused, but that he rejected the ship's mother's request." The old man turned around, looked at the newborn sun, and said in a deep voice, "That's the ship's mother named Hope, her name is Noah's Ark." ”